No. I
Beyond Love.
There is nothing.
So let us look at that which lies before.
There is a skier on the Rockies. She is fraught with fear and worry - her muscles are fatigued. Below her feet, the oxygen of a stranger runs low.
She is trying.
Sweltering summer heat beats down one billion souls. Of them, in a small corner of Churu, a man of little faith sits beside a dog. She is wild and angry. Thirst grates her tongue.
He is giving.
Chicago is alive with nightly clamour. Friends crawl between bars, sex and slumber on their minds. The alleyways are familiar. The screaming is not.
They are fighting.
Speak to me of apathy and hatred, and all the evils committed in the name of love. I will gift unto thee a thousand such stories as above.
All of them beautiful.
For we are more than diatribe and division or tribalistic cannibalism: we are firelight intentions, freedom’s way and righteous truth: we are reheated meals on Monday, tearful hugs and sorry smiles: we are as ever:
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All too human.
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No. II
I have broken bread with the enemy.
I have supped from their tables.
I have entertained their children.
I have laughed at their jokes.
I have listened to their stories.
I have shared in their struggles.
I wonder if they have care enough to return the favour.
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No. III
6 times six is thirty6,
I think as
blinking breaks my mind into a three5seven,
spaceless and unhinged
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No. IV
We wear collars like dogs dressed for show. And so
We sparkle in sunshine.
We rust in rain.
We fray in hard times.
Willingly.
Proudly..
Laughingly...
We choke in pain.
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No. V
1: “If,” I asked myself why
2: “Do,” stormclouds dream before they die
3: “Would,” my subjects understand
4: “Or,” would they rail and countermand: 1
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No. VI
Let me speak of my friends:
They are lousy drunks and thoughtful punks
Fitful dreamers and explorative souls.
They have never known love like wine
But wine they have known.
They are disjointed and dissociative
And everyone needs to drink more water.
But they can be kind and good
Even if they would argue otherwise.
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No. VII
I am sex on heels six feet underground, filled with worms.
I am chained to a forgotten wedding band.
Satan, as I have come to learn, is more than just an asshole.
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No. VIII
Live in spite of your horror.
Laugh in spite of your worry.
Love in spite of your loss.
Breathe defiance.
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No. IX
I will shit in the mouth of every god and goddess to have ever graced the lips of Man before I submit to the divinely derived ‘authority’ of another person.
But only ever after eating Taco Bell.
Let this be a testament. Let this be an oath.
Fuck all thrones.
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No. X
I must apologize for the
indelible actions
made less
in time
by I.